It was a Tuesday of all days.
Toraono Michino was well known as good boy. He was an average student at the Academy though it took him multiple tries to graduate, however, came from a good home. Despite having never known his mother and only recently learning the horrid back story that was his father, the male grew up in a loving home. The Toraono clan considered Michino as a cousin who was related to everyone and raised him approximately. The only thing he never had was a pair of parentals that doted on his his massive family did their own children. Even as a toddler he had to be kept away from the other kids in his sleep for that was often when his other side tried to take over his body. While it as not uncommon to have a bit of the demonic power that slept in the veins of most of his family, the poor boy had been ‘blessed’ with a huge amount of cursed energy. Most of his childhood was full of restless nights and it was only through sleeping herbs that he managed to find a way to rest soundly; even then he had still had the occasional night terrors.
It was only in the last year of his life had the teenager been free of his demonic influence. The power that he still had little control over still remained on that level for some extent, but, he now at least had some measure of his own and no longer needed to rely on a separate presence to do his dirty work.
At a single glance of the sixteen year old one wouldn’t imagine thoughts of him being weak despite how it was only recently he was getting the hang of being a ninja. The demonkin stood at six feet tall with a body chiseled from a strict training regiment he didn’t dare stop. It was without a doubt which clan he hailed from with the white tiger strips marking his deeply tan flesh, but, it was his ears, eyes, and hair that truly put him out in a crowd. The boy’s eyes were a fierce sky blue with feline pupils that seemed to be able to look into a person’s soul. His hair was a mane of bloody red with streaks of blond. He kept the longest part of it, from the nape of his neck far past his knees,tied up in a long strand of bound hair that looked more like a tail than it did hair. Then there was his ears. Inheriting from his father’s dead clan of the Ryuu were the elongated ears that were more similar to the fantasy race of elves.
The teenager’s entire upper body rarely had anything covering it other than a short leather vest with a fur collar and cloth wrappings around his hands. His bottoms were baggy tan cloth pants that he tied with a sword belt at his waste and with cord at the ankles over his forever bare feet.
On this day a call sent directly from the worst parts of Suna to the Toraono dojo asked for Michino by name and description. When he answered the teenager was expecting someone who saw him down there on the multiple regrettable occasions he had been forced that direction and was trying to black mail his hard earned reputation as a good guy; it was a damnable task in this village. Yet instead he got frantic whispers that were nearly drowned out by manic laughter. Instantly the Genin’s heart started to race as the boy’s hands stumbled around the call desk for a pen and paper frantically writing down the address and the reason why he was being attacked - back pay based on his father’s downfall.
Ryuu Tama was up until the last three months one of the rulers of the Sunan Underground and held onto his territory with an iron fist. Though despite his god-like control over the weather and electricity in particular he still had very powerful rivals. One of these such jumped on the opportunity to take over the area the Hybrid controlled and instantly started to sic goons and wanton destruction on anyone who didn’t want to fall under the new rule. While it was non of his business at all and any normal person would of simply sent the message along to the proper authorities, Toraono Michino had been raised with a strong sense of justice. Even if these people be the very street scum who sold drugs to children it was his fault they were coming under attack and his hand was forced to take action. His cousin at the desk look confused by his frantic face but she was only given a thanks, a wave, and a quick turn as Michino pushed his feet and chakra to the ground and darted off like a green basilisk lizard on cocaine.
It only took him moments to bounce and dart his way through the air over the new Sunagakure before taking the dive down into the deep. After hopping up into the air off a building he looked at the piece of paper in his hand to check the address before scanning over the streets from above. His sharp eyes caught he name in question and his heart skipped a beat as a momentary distraction of a couple of weeks ago crossed his mind; causing the male to slam into a building. Without missing a beat and shaking his head to clear his pain fogged mind the teenager bounced off the building to the one adjescent and scrambled along the wall until he found an alley between the two. Feeding a little chakra into the point in his palm he used the physical energy to help him glide down the side of the wall until he safely and soundlessly touched the ground. Immediately the boy crinkled his nose at the awful smell that was always here and considered for a moment about putting on the rebreather that crazy gang around here gave him; and thought twice since he was going to save someone. Best to just put up with the smell right now. Eyes narrowed the demonkin tried to keep his mind from a panic as he rushed into the worst part of town - the Black Bazaar.
Once deep into the crowd it only took him a second to find the shop he was looking for, as, an explosion followed by a gigantic fireball came bellowing out of the front door of the skinny three story building. Without hesitation beyond reeling from the force of the boom Michino shouldered through the crackling burning wood that was the remains of the front entrance and into the shop. Instantly he was concerned that this was a trap as there was all sorts of super explosive illegal things in the shop, however, a quick once over found the owner and his bleeding wife cradled in his arms tucked into the corner sobbing. Relieved it wasn’t a set up the large feline-esque human grabbed shelves and tossed them out of the way as he tore through the shop to grab the now even more startled owner and his wife. With every last ounce of muscle he had the youth pulled both of them out of the building and into the ally behind as another explosion tore through the air above them.
Michino dropped to the ground on his rear as he watched the man sob holding his wife. Getting a good look they both looked to be in their early fifties but with skin damage that showed an active party life. Suddenly the man and youth’s eyes met and he sobbed,
“Go, you have to get out of here now, save yourself.”
“W-what the hell,” the teenager panted as he tried to catch his second wind, “Are you going on about?”
“I-I don’t know who it was! I thought at first it was those Gas Light thugs making a move but then…he just stabbed my wife! For no reason. One second I’m trying to sale this guy something, the next he’s got knives in poor Ka….Ka…” the man’s eyes started to well up again but the Toraono moved forward onto one knee and grabbed him by the shoulders,
“Hey, don’t worry about it. We’re going to get you both to a hospital.”
Toraono Michino was well known as good boy. He was an average student at the Academy though it took him multiple tries to graduate, however, came from a good home. Despite having never known his mother and only recently learning the horrid back story that was his father, the male grew up in a loving home. The Toraono clan considered Michino as a cousin who was related to everyone and raised him approximately. The only thing he never had was a pair of parentals that doted on his his massive family did their own children. Even as a toddler he had to be kept away from the other kids in his sleep for that was often when his other side tried to take over his body. While it as not uncommon to have a bit of the demonic power that slept in the veins of most of his family, the poor boy had been ‘blessed’ with a huge amount of cursed energy. Most of his childhood was full of restless nights and it was only through sleeping herbs that he managed to find a way to rest soundly; even then he had still had the occasional night terrors.
It was only in the last year of his life had the teenager been free of his demonic influence. The power that he still had little control over still remained on that level for some extent, but, he now at least had some measure of his own and no longer needed to rely on a separate presence to do his dirty work.
At a single glance of the sixteen year old one wouldn’t imagine thoughts of him being weak despite how it was only recently he was getting the hang of being a ninja. The demonkin stood at six feet tall with a body chiseled from a strict training regiment he didn’t dare stop. It was without a doubt which clan he hailed from with the white tiger strips marking his deeply tan flesh, but, it was his ears, eyes, and hair that truly put him out in a crowd. The boy’s eyes were a fierce sky blue with feline pupils that seemed to be able to look into a person’s soul. His hair was a mane of bloody red with streaks of blond. He kept the longest part of it, from the nape of his neck far past his knees,tied up in a long strand of bound hair that looked more like a tail than it did hair. Then there was his ears. Inheriting from his father’s dead clan of the Ryuu were the elongated ears that were more similar to the fantasy race of elves.
The teenager’s entire upper body rarely had anything covering it other than a short leather vest with a fur collar and cloth wrappings around his hands. His bottoms were baggy tan cloth pants that he tied with a sword belt at his waste and with cord at the ankles over his forever bare feet.
On this day a call sent directly from the worst parts of Suna to the Toraono dojo asked for Michino by name and description. When he answered the teenager was expecting someone who saw him down there on the multiple regrettable occasions he had been forced that direction and was trying to black mail his hard earned reputation as a good guy; it was a damnable task in this village. Yet instead he got frantic whispers that were nearly drowned out by manic laughter. Instantly the Genin’s heart started to race as the boy’s hands stumbled around the call desk for a pen and paper frantically writing down the address and the reason why he was being attacked - back pay based on his father’s downfall.
Ryuu Tama was up until the last three months one of the rulers of the Sunan Underground and held onto his territory with an iron fist. Though despite his god-like control over the weather and electricity in particular he still had very powerful rivals. One of these such jumped on the opportunity to take over the area the Hybrid controlled and instantly started to sic goons and wanton destruction on anyone who didn’t want to fall under the new rule. While it was non of his business at all and any normal person would of simply sent the message along to the proper authorities, Toraono Michino had been raised with a strong sense of justice. Even if these people be the very street scum who sold drugs to children it was his fault they were coming under attack and his hand was forced to take action. His cousin at the desk look confused by his frantic face but she was only given a thanks, a wave, and a quick turn as Michino pushed his feet and chakra to the ground and darted off like a green basilisk lizard on cocaine.
It only took him moments to bounce and dart his way through the air over the new Sunagakure before taking the dive down into the deep. After hopping up into the air off a building he looked at the piece of paper in his hand to check the address before scanning over the streets from above. His sharp eyes caught he name in question and his heart skipped a beat as a momentary distraction of a couple of weeks ago crossed his mind; causing the male to slam into a building. Without missing a beat and shaking his head to clear his pain fogged mind the teenager bounced off the building to the one adjescent and scrambled along the wall until he found an alley between the two. Feeding a little chakra into the point in his palm he used the physical energy to help him glide down the side of the wall until he safely and soundlessly touched the ground. Immediately the boy crinkled his nose at the awful smell that was always here and considered for a moment about putting on the rebreather that crazy gang around here gave him; and thought twice since he was going to save someone. Best to just put up with the smell right now. Eyes narrowed the demonkin tried to keep his mind from a panic as he rushed into the worst part of town - the Black Bazaar.
Once deep into the crowd it only took him a second to find the shop he was looking for, as, an explosion followed by a gigantic fireball came bellowing out of the front door of the skinny three story building. Without hesitation beyond reeling from the force of the boom Michino shouldered through the crackling burning wood that was the remains of the front entrance and into the shop. Instantly he was concerned that this was a trap as there was all sorts of super explosive illegal things in the shop, however, a quick once over found the owner and his bleeding wife cradled in his arms tucked into the corner sobbing. Relieved it wasn’t a set up the large feline-esque human grabbed shelves and tossed them out of the way as he tore through the shop to grab the now even more startled owner and his wife. With every last ounce of muscle he had the youth pulled both of them out of the building and into the ally behind as another explosion tore through the air above them.
Michino dropped to the ground on his rear as he watched the man sob holding his wife. Getting a good look they both looked to be in their early fifties but with skin damage that showed an active party life. Suddenly the man and youth’s eyes met and he sobbed,
“Go, you have to get out of here now, save yourself.”
“W-what the hell,” the teenager panted as he tried to catch his second wind, “Are you going on about?”
“I-I don’t know who it was! I thought at first it was those Gas Light thugs making a move but then…he just stabbed my wife! For no reason. One second I’m trying to sale this guy something, the next he’s got knives in poor Ka….Ka…” the man’s eyes started to well up again but the Toraono moved forward onto one knee and grabbed him by the shoulders,
“Hey, don’t worry about it. We’re going to get you both to a hospital.”